Though I say “yes I see”, no I really don't see (is my smiley face still on?): beer (brewing and drinking), camping, eating, hugging trees, kiting, fishing, ironing, hiking, geocaching and munzing, painting (oils, emulsion and gloss), ranting, recording history as I see it. Days with family, days with friends, days with granddogs. Always an opinion (always wrong), and rarely a dull moment. Welcome to my world... remember - history is written by those who make the effort to write it.

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30 July 2014 (Wednesday) - Flapjack

I was rudely woken at
5.30am by "Furry Face TM" who had
declared "Red Alert" for no apparent reason. I went
down to see what all the fuss was about; he was running round the
kitchen clearly anxious to get out. I opened the back door and he
sprinted down the garden; woofing all the way. I expect the
neighbours loved that (!)

I went back to bed and
through the wonders of CPAP hoses I actually got back to sleep. I got
up shortly after 7am and came down to find my dog fast asleep.

A swift bite of brekkie,
and then I took my dog for a walk. A while ago I hid a geocache round
the road. I say "hid" - it's attached to a rubber
duck floating in the river. Hardly hidden; the thing is rather
obvious. No one's reported it as found or not found for ages. I went
round to the river to find that you can't get within ten yards of the
river because of six-feet high stinging nettles. Oh dear!

We carried our walk on to
Frog's Island where we played "Fetch". I say
"Fetch"; it's more like "Chase". I
throw the ball; Fudge chases it until it stops bouncing at which
point he either attempts to rip the ball to shreads or he just leaves
it where it lands for me to pick up and throw again.

I took a scenic route to
work. I finally remembered to deliver a cheque for the astro club,
and I got some petrol. Whilst getting petrol I realised part of the
reason why I'm putting on weight. Whenever I get petrol I get myself
a flapjack. I like flapjack, and you would think it's healthier than
chocolate. A slice of flapjack contains nearly four hundred calories
(!)

I stopped off in Chartham
on my way to work; there is a geocache there that I've been meaning
to pick up for some time. Today I finally did. I then revisited old
haunts by popping in to the cheapo-bargains shop. The staff there
were all utterly oblivious to the needs of any of us customers; they
were all wrapped up in their own private conversations.

I have missed that place
*so* much.

The rest of the day was
rather dull in comparison. A shame when the day has peaked by eleven
in the morning...